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A young lady, just returned from college, was making a still-hunt in the house for old things—:old furniture, old china, and old books. She had a craze for the antique, and the older things were the more precious they were in her eyes. Among other things she found an old scrap-book that her mother and I thought was safe under lock and key. She sat in a sunny place and read it page by page, and, when she had finished, her curiosity was aroused. The clippings in the old scrap-book were all about the adventures of a Union scout whose name was said to be Captain Frank Leroy. The newspaper clippings that had been preserved were queerly inconsistent. The Northern and Western papers praised the scout very highly, and some of them said that if there were more such men in the army the cause of the Union would progress more rapidly: whereas the Southern papers, though paying a high tribute to the dash and courage of the scout, were highly abusive. He was 'one of Lincoln's hirelings' and as villanous as he was bold.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVI Abmande's Exploit ARMANDE ran swiftly alongside the parapet and looked over into one of the angles or bays of the trench. Three Germans were running past. He drew his revolver and shot all three, and then jumped down into the trench himself. 'He's crazy,' cried Leon. ' He's throwing his life away.' ' Follow him!' exclaimed Jacques. ' We must stand by him even if he is crazy.' The young soldiers arrived at the top of the parapet just in time to see Armande in the trench below preparing to meet two Germans coming his way. As the first one rounded into view Armande shot him dead. That was four so far. 'Hands up!' he shouted at the other, and the German lost no time in complying with this order. 'Here, Jacques,' he called, 'take charge of this fellow for me.' He turned his head to see where his two companions were. As he did so the German sprang at him. Armande was ready for him, however. He ducked his head and the German missing his hold, sprawled on the bottom of the trench. Armande coolly shot him. That made five. 'We ought to help him,' exclaimed Leon anxiously. ' How can we? 'We've got nothing but bombs.' ' Then we ought to get him out of there.' 'Hey, Armande,' called Jacques, 'come on out of there.' 'Not a chance of it,' said Armande, grimly. ' Got any bombs, you two?' 'Lots of them.' 'Stay close to me then: we may need them in a minute.' 'Where are you going?' demanded Leon. 'You two stay where you are. I'll come back for you in a minute.' So saying Armande stole off down the trench. 'I never saw such a man,' exclaimed Jacques. 'He's afraid of nothing.' 'He'll be killed sure. He overdoes things.' Suddenly the daring Frenchman reappeared. 'Come with me,' he said in a low voice to Leon and Jacques. 'Or better still,' he added, 'I'll come to ...